THE LATE SUMMER FLOWERS. 
I thought I knew all Summer knows, 
So many summers I had been 
Wed to Summer. Could I suppose 
One hidden beauty still lurked in 
Her days? that she might still disclose 
New secrets and new homage win? 
— HELEN JACKSON — This Summer. 
How imperceptibly the late summer glides into the 
early autumn as if to lessen our feeling of regret at its 
passing with all the pleasures of rambles through mead 
and glade! As the flame often flashes with unusual 
brilliancy just before expiring, so the earth clothes 
itself with gayest robes before preparing for its winter 
sleep. There are no gloomy hues in the late summer 
flowers. The season is one of brightness, of calm, of 
halcyon days. There is no sense of hurry; rather a 
feeling that there will be time for every little duty to be 
accomplished. 
There is a myth quite prevalent in New England, 
almost coeval with the early settlement of the country, 
